Despite the calm air I was trying to project after my rude awakening, nerves filled my gut. There was a lot riding on this meeting. I wanted the horde to like me as the magic relied on having little resistance. The more they battled me over my place among them, the harder it would be for me to repair all the damage. Really, this was just a stopgap measure. Uncle Mar needed a mate. Like, really badly. A mate would stabilize the horde and the magic. It would be better if it was a male omega, as we had more…
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